The big round stones are all down and today lie deep in the tall meadow peppered with buttercups and daisies. Look closely and you’ll see the stones are pink – bright, sparkly Barbara Cartland pink, shimmering and round like something sensual and erotic, ironically in a way that Barbara Cartland wasn’t. The stones are in proportion to the diameter of the circle somehow – people reading this who have seen a lot of circles will know exactly what I mean. It’s impressive but lacks the ‘oomph’ of Swinside and of Castlerigg. Visit it anyway. Just to see how pink it is.